Shar stood, he stood before the archers with shield and sword he let himself martyr their focus. Eyes on him, eyes on the hundred behind him. That is until hell broke loose. 

Orcish archers using the superior strength to reign longbows with greater ease and thus greater rate of fire upon the humans. If there were a thousand or so in the fortress, only a tenth would be guardsmen with another tenth trained for reserve service. That might just mean how to hold a spear right and not put the armor on backwards. After archers came the wargs, it should be said at the same time as the arrows travel faster, so it might be best to call it rain of arrows reached the fortress before the wave of wolven. All the same, it was a constant onslaught of tactics that lead to a boulder leading the run of footsoliders and giant-kin to taking to the ramparts. 

Lastly came the fellow specialists who brought down the gates, now it was his time. 
"One-to-one, One-by-one! Kill the bunnies, not the buildings. One hit kills mean better loot. March, March Ma-UGk!"

A humans longbow shaft found its way into Shar's face, shattering jaw and rending cheekflesh. Apparently this was a sign from grumish, the time for talking was over. The sparkling neative energy closed the wound in his face with black flesh as hr left the arow where it was to be healed later